Novel & Cerita Chasing After My Wife

She acted like they belonged together, like she was just waiting for him to come to his senses. But he never would. He wondered how she’d react if she found out he hadn’t been abroad like she thought. He hadn’t been traveling the world or chasing business deals. He had gotten married. The word lingered in his mind like a bitter taste on his tongue. Married. Grayson leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His fingers rubbed against his forehead as if he could scrub away the memories pushing their way into his head. Lena. Her face flashed in his mind, the way her eyes used to light up when she laughed. The way her smile had once made his heart race.

The question threw me off balance; her clever deflection forced me to try another tactic. She was indeed a clever woman; I would give her that. But I need some answers to these questions that have been plaguing my mind lately. I couldn't seem to shake off the words of Chase from my mind: "... Valentina Wilson is my legally married wife. And I'm her second chance, mate. We have a son who attends the same school as your son." The words never left. It kept haunting and assailing my thoughts. The person who could ascertain the authenticity of Chase's claims was standing before me, and I couldn't afford to whisk this opportunity away.

With widened eyes, I asked her in disbelief since she almost hit my junior that has been sending her sex drive on high. "Just attempting; don't take it seriously; I'd still rather have it inside me." She teasingly responded, making me roll my eyes, and I received a kiss on my lips followed by a knee kick on my stomach. I groaned in pain as I watched her sprint away as if she hadn't done any crime. "WHY YOU!" I shouted as I began chasing my wife.

Then what was that? Did Adira really succeed on seducing him that even if he’s working so hard, she always stays there inside my mind? Imagining how hot they kiss was, and how small she looked around his arms? Chadwick bit his lower lip and roughly messed his bangs with a groan. He tried so hard to divert his thoughts, but at the end of the day, he found himself waiting for his wife’s return. ‘I couldn’t believe this. For the past six months, I did my best to avoid my wife but look at me, waiting for her like an idiot,’ he told to himself.

He pushed off from the desk, his crutches clicking on the floor as he followed her. The officer’s voice echoed down the hallway, “Sir, you need to stay here!” But Chase ignored her, his eyes fixed on the door she had disappeared through. He pushed open the door, his crutches scraping against the frame. The officer spun around, her eyes widening in surprise. “Sir, I told you to wait!” Chase’s face was set in a fierce scowl. “I’m not waiting anymore. I need to see my wife.” The officer stood her ground, her hands on her hips.

"See? Even Jane thinks you're being dramatic. Put the box away, Hazel. Go upstairs, take a nap, and we will pretend this never happened." I looked at the two of them. My husband and his mistress, standing together in our home. It was the clearest picture of my reality. "Sign the papers, Damien. Or I’ll see you in court. Mrs. Ivy is already handling the filing," I said. I jerked my arm out of his grip. The strength of the movement made me stumble for a second. A sharp, pulling sensation throbbed in my lower abdomen. I gasped, pressing a hand to my stomach.

“ It’s been the whole day and she hasn’t come back. ” “ What do you mean, hasn’t come back? Where did she go? ” I almost choke on the words. The world spins, and the ground beneath me seems to tilt, but I force my grip to stay firm on Seb. My son is in my lap, and he is barely hanging on—and now my wife is gone? “ They don’t know. ” He sighs, his shoulders tensing under my rigid glare. “ Trace her. I don’t care how, just find her right now ” I say, my voice low but razor-sharp.

I was craving it. “ Take a seat, Reina or I will call Nina and inform her about this “ That did the trick that it required because I sat my ass on the couch while still flipping my head around and when the sound of a car reverberated, I ran out the same time Ryan did. I had expected to see Richard, but I was disappointed. “ Where is Richard? Where is my husband?” I rushed to the end of the car, tapping on the windows, but he wasn't in there.

"It's your project. You'll be the main liaison with Vincent at the hospital. Handle it well." "Of course," I murmured and slid the tablet back in my purse. My fingers brushed the edge of the damning picture that would either be the final nail in the coffin of our marriage or the start of a new beginning. New beginnings...that was merely wishful thinking. I risked a glance at Aiden, my gaze lingering when I noticed he'd leaned back against the headrest and had his eyes shut. He wasn't asleep, but most likely deep in thought as the car began to move smoothly. I took this rare opportunity to study him, committing every single feature on his face to memory because, who knew, the next moment, I c

I couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling I had about her—perhaps because I didn’t feel she had fully accepted me as Chase’s wife. “How long do you think they’ll keep talking? I can’t wait to have you all to myself,” Chase whispered to me, sending shivers down my spine. “Stop it; you already had your fill last night,” I whispered back. “That doesn’t count. You weren’t my wife yet then,” he said, pouting.